When I was three, I wanted to be a traffic warden. After that, my career sights were set on nurse, and then doctor, before I finally plumped for journalist. And when I landed my cub reporter job back in 1994, I thought that was it for life. No more wondering what I’d do when I grew up – I was where I wanted to be.
But as I turn 48 this year, this has all been thrown into chaos. There have been unprecedented changes in the job market, as well as my own life circumstances – I’m divorced with no pension and working part-time as a school librarian, as well as writing.
Should I continue along this path or search for pastures new?